Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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"Those two good-for-nothings? They dare to come back? Perfect! The family is seething with anger right now, let's use them as a sacrifice! Bring Bing here! I want to personally twist their heads off!"

"Bing" is the most elite spell-wielding unit of the Zen family. All members are level two or above sorcerers and are the family's sharp claws for handling dirty work.

Naoya, leading a group of core family members, stormed into the courtyard. What they saw was a scene they would never forget.

The defense line that the Zen family was so proud of, composed of dozens of sorcerers, had now crumbled. Those clansmen who were usually so arrogant were lying on the ground like rag dolls, wailing and struggling, but none of them could get up again.

In the center of the courtyard, Maki and Mai stood side by side.

Maki didn't even assume a fighting stance; she simply stared coldly at the group of people who had rushed out, her eyes looking at them as if they were a bunch of dead objects.

"Hey, isn't this Naoya?"

Her voice carried a hint of mockery, "Haven't seen you for a few days, and you're still jumping around like a monkey without a leash."

"you wanna die!"

Naoya was instantly enraged by those words. He hated it most when people called him a monkey, because that was Xia Youjie's term for non-magicians, and he admired the strong the most.

"[Projection Spell]!"

Naoya's figure vanished from his spot in an instant, and the next second, he appeared behind Maki, a short sword gleaming with cursed power in his hand, aimed straight at Maki's heart. This was the speed he was so proud of, a speed that even a top-tier cursed spirit would find difficult to react to.

However, the tip of the knife stopped less than a centimeter from Maki's back.

A hand, without him even realizing it, had firmly gripped his wrist.

It was Maki. She didn't even turn around; she simply reached out and grabbed Naoya precisely, catching his movement perfectly.

"too slow."

Maki said calmly.

Naoya's pupils contracted sharply. He tried to pull his hand back, but found his wrist was as if welded shut by iron clamps, unable to budge. The pure, despair-inducing force emanating from the other's hand filled him with an unprecedented fear.

"How is this possible...you useless piece of trash with no magical power..."

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out. Maki's wrist jerked, and Naoya's entire arm twisted and deformed at an eerie angle.

"what--!"

The first piercing scream came from the mouth of the next head of the Zen family.

Maki released his grip, not even bothering to look at him again, and kicked him away like a garbage bag. Naoya's body crashed into a wall and he passed out.

"next."

Maki's gaze swept over all the Zenin clan members who were standing there dumbfounded.

"Attack together! Kill them! Avenge Master Naoya!"

"Bing! Do it!"

At a command, more than a dozen figures rushed towards the two sisters from all directions. They were members of "Bing," the sharpest blade of the Zen family.

However, what awaited them was Zhenyi's cold gun barrel.

The metal box behind her clicked and clacked as it disassembled and reformed in an instant, forming a six-barreled Gatling gun with a futuristic feel in her hand.

"【Arsenal Liberation Mode Three Hives】".

A cold smile curved at the corners of Zhenyi's lips.

Goodbye, my rotten past.

The next second, a torrential downpour of blue magical bullets covered the entire courtyard. These were no ordinary bullets; each one was comparable to a full-force attack from a level two mage.

“Da da da da da—!”

Amidst the dense hail of bullets, screams echoed one after another. The magical artifacts and spells that the members of "Bing" were so proud of were as fragile as paper in the face of this absolute firepower. They couldn't even get within ten meters of the two sisters before being torn to shreds by the barrage of bullets.

A few seconds later, the gunfire stopped. There was no one left standing in the courtyard.

As the smoke cleared, the two sisters stood unharmed in the same spot, beneath their feet the ruins of the Zen family's century-old reputation...

Just then, an old and angry voice came from deep within the main house.

"You wretched creature! You are a disgrace to your two families!"

With the sound, an old man holding a naginata slowly walked out. He was none other than Zenin Sen, the biological father of Maki and Mai. He was also one of the few elders who escaped the trial because he was not in the General Headquarters at the time.

Looking at the mess on the ground, and at the two daughters who had brought him shame for the rest of his life, his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Since you've all come back to die, I'll personally clean house of you!"

The fan's power surged, unleashing the immense magical power of a first-level sorcerer, sweeping across the entire courtyard.

Maki looked at this so-called "father," her face expressionless. This cruel father, who abandoned his son and was a natural bully, was not her father. She simply said to May beside her:

"he's mine."

"Okay." Zhenyi nodded and silently stepped back to clear the area for her sister.

"I am going to kill you!"

With a roar, Fan brandished his naginata and charged toward Maki with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Maki moved.

She didn't open the Eight Gates, or even use the Six Forms. She simply took a step forward, met the sharp blade, and threw a punch.

Fist and knife meet in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a slight "crack" sound, like glass shattering.

The top-grade cursed weapon, the naginata, held by the Zen monk fan broke in two.

Maki's fist, still brimming with force, landed squarely on her father's chest.

"puff--"

Fan's body arched backward like a punctured water bag, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth. His eyes were filled with extreme shock and bewilderment.

He looked down at his sunken chest, then looked up at his daughter who had a cold expression.

"Why... why..."

Maki withdrew her fist, looked at the man who had given her life but also brought her endless pain, and calmly replied:

"Because you're too weak, 5.1."

"Because the Zen temple family is too much of a hindrance."

After speaking, she turned away, refusing to look at him again. Zen-in-chan's body slowly knelt down, and life quickly drained from his eyes.

The two sisters walked step by step toward the main house, the deepest part of the Zen temple complex. There, the family's power was symbolized.

Shinichi drew a huge energy cannon from the armory behind her.

"elder sister."

"Ah."

Maki reached out and placed her hand on Mai's shoulder, transmitting her power to her sister through a strange resonance.

The muzzle of the energy cannon shone with a light comparable to that of the sun.

"Goodbye."

boom--!

A beam of light pierced through the heavens and the earth, shooting into the sky from the center of the Zen family's residence.

The ancient architectural complex, once a symbol of one of the three great families of sorcery, along with all its decaying, filthy, and unbearable past, was reduced to dust in this single shot.

Standing atop the ruins, Maki and Mai were bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. What they felt was not the thrill of revenge, but an unprecedented, profound freedom and peace of mind.

The twilight at the Zen temple has come to an end.

Their dawn has only just begun.

Chapter 364 Dealing with Su Nuo and the Four Cursed Spirits

A pure white dimension that cannot be located using physical coordinates is an isolated space used by the Celestial Council to deal with high-risk targets. Here, there is no time, no matter, only absolute "nothingness".

Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest cursed king in a thousand years, is now bound in the void by invisible chains of order, in the form of his four hands and two faces from his past life. For the first time, his eyes, which always held a hint of mockery and cruelty, revealed a solemn expression. Around him, Louhu, Huayu, Tuogen, and Zhenren, these four top-tier cursed spirits born from humanity's fear of nature, are also imprisoned, unable to move.

Zhou Ye's figure materialized before them. He didn't release any pressure; he simply stated a fact calmly.

"Your existence is a systemic flaw in the world's energy cycle model. Your birth stems from negative emotions, and your actions exacerbate the energy overflow, thus giving rise to more curses. This is an unsolvable vicious cycle."

"So what? You mere human dare to judge me?" Su Nuo sneered, his arrogance undiminished. "You think you can trap me with these petty tricks? Once I break free, I will make your head into a wine vessel and chop your flesh and bones to feed the fish!"

"【The Demon-Slaying Chef】".

Su Nuo let out a low shout, attempting to unleash his domain. However, this time, his infallible domain, capable of indiscriminately severing all living and non-living things within a hundred-meter radius, failed to materialize. The magical power constituting the domain had barely left his body when it was decomposed into the purest energy by the underlying rules of this space, dissipating into nothingness.

Su Nuo's expression finally changed. It wasn't fear, but the instinctive alertness of a wild beast sensing a predator.

Zhou Ye ignored his clamor and continued, "Releasing you would prolong the world's collapse. Completely annihilating you would be another waste of Energy 05. Therefore, the Council has decided to reuse you as resources. We will strip away your consciousness and self, extract the core of your concepts, and reshape them into tools beneficial to the new order."

This verdict chilled these curses to the bone even more than death itself.

"What a joke! We are the wrath of the earth!" Louhu's single eye spewed magma, yet it couldn't even get close to Zhou Ye's clothes. "I will never—"

“You have no choice.” Zhou Ye’s gaze fell on Su Nuo for the first time. “It starts with you. The core of your technique is severing and disintegrating. It’s very suitable for making into a weapon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, countless data chains gleaming with a pale golden light emerged from the void, like a group of hungry pythons, coiling around Su Nuo's limbs and torso.

"Get out of here! You scum!" Su Nu struggled frantically, unleashing a massive surge of magical power accumulated over millennia like a tsunami, yet it couldn't budge those data chains an inch. They weren't physical entities, but rather "shackles" that acted directly on the soul and conceptual level.

"This is impossible... my soul... my existence..." Sukuna felt panic for the first time. He could clearly feel his "self" being forcibly stripped away by those data chains. His memories, emotions, arrogance, cruelty as "Two-Faced Sukuna"... everything that constituted his personality was being taken away and shattered bit by bit.

The world in his eyes began to blur. He remembered Heian-kyo a thousand years ago, the sorcerers he had killed, the humiliation of being sealed away, and the ecstasy of being reborn... These images flashed by like a revolving lantern, and then shattered into meaningless specks of light.

In the end, all that remained in his consciousness was a pure, extreme sharpness that represented the concept of "cutting".

This process appeared incredibly bizarre and terrifying to the cursed spirits like Louhu. Under the protection of the data chain, Su Nuo's body gradually decomposed and reassembled. Flesh and blood transformed into metal, bones into an energy core, and the overwhelming cursed power was purified and compressed, ultimately condensing into a long, narrow, jet-black katana whose blade seemed capable of devouring all light.

At the end of the hilt, a miniature, lifeless Sukuna demon mask remains, like a mocking mark.

“No…” the drake let out a dissonant wail, filled with primal fear.

The real man's eyes lit up. Far from being afraid, he developed a morbid fascination and longing for this soul-transforming technique. "It's so wonderful... to completely change the form of the soul... so this is the ultimate transformation through non-action..."